Added by nikitoz First release by Charles Aznavour Tous les visages de l'amour written by Charles Aznavour French. Tous les visages de l'amour written by Charles Aznavour instrumental.
All of the Faces of Love
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This song is by Charles Aznavour and appears on the album Jazznavour Sign In Don't have an account? Start a Wiki. You must enable javascript to view this page. This is a requirement of our licensing agreement with music Gracenote. She may be the first I can't forget, A trace of pleasure or regret, May be my treasure or The price I have to pay. She may be the song that summer sings, May be the chill that autumn brings, May be a hundred different things Within the measure of a day.
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She may be the face I can't forget A trace of pleasure or regret May be my treasure or. The price I have to pay She may be the song that summer sings May be the chill that autumn brings May be a hundred different things Within the measure of a day She may be the beauty or the beast May be the famine or the feast May turn each day into a Heaven or a hell She may be the mirror of my dream A smile reflected in a stream She may not be what she may seem Inside her shell She who always seems so happy in a crowd Whose eyes can be so private and so proud No one's allowed to see them When they cry She may be the love that cannot hope to last May come to me from shadows of the past That I remember 'till the day I die She may be the reason I survive The why and wherefore I'm alive The one I'll care for through the Rough and rainy years Me, I'll take her laughter and her tears And make them all my souvenirs For where she goes I've got to be The meaning of my life is she, she, she. You will get 3 free months if you haven't already used an Apple Music free trial. Type song title, artist or lyrics. Top lyrics Community Contribute Business. Sign in Sign up. Lyrics She Tous les visages de… Charles Aznavour. Written by: Herbert Kretzmer Charles Aznaour. Choose translation.
She may be the face I can't forget, A trace of pleasure or regret, May be my treasure or The price I have to pay. She may be the song that summer sings, May be the chill that autumn brings, May be a hundred different things Within the measure of a day. She may be the beauty or the beast, May be the famine or the feast, May turn each day into a Heaven or a hell.
